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Apr 2014
****** is a wrecking ball,
It will hit anything on it's way.
After destroying the building, it does not take the bricks away.
The dust lifts up and surrounds the crowd, the buildings around and it gets out loud.
Even when the dust lays low,
It will take some time, but it will show.
The dust moves away by wind, by time,
But the bricks I pick them up every time.
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tarita meye
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